23 Weeks, in Jammies.

The most optimistic way to describe this week is that it was a real doozy. A sweet sprinkle of happiness, cut short by an unforeseen nuclear bomb.

I hope no one’s life is as untainted as it’s illustrated on social media, because that makes this week even doozier.

Mine isn’t filled with macaroons and Valentino bags, and the pair of shoes I thought my bank account could maybe swing are decidedly being shipped back before they’ve even arrived…but lately I find more happiness than even they could bring every time I look down.

This roller coaster of a month, I notice my swollen tummy and realize how perfect the timing of this baby really is. It brings our little family so much to look forward to, more excitement, more purpose, and a reminder of greater plans. I’m so grateful I’ve been blessed with this tiny baby growing inside of me. I’m indescribably thankful for a body that physically allows me to be a participant in this miracle. I’ve just recently been able to feel this little boy’s movements, and they’re so much more subtle than I remember Gus’s being. Those tiny, delicate flutters are easy to miss if I’m distracted; it’s been a whispering reminder to slow down, and keeps everything in perspective.

I may never be able to put reins on life and steer it in my own direction. Feeling my teeny baby safe inside me while my out-of-the-womb baby snuggles up next to me makes the ride much easier…and the destination more of an afterthought.
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Just When I Thought I was Pulling it Together This Pregnancy.

You know those girls who wear a TON of makeup, and when you see them without the usual full faced application, it’s like seeing Mrs. Potato Head without her face? Maybe that’s the real reason sunglasses were invented. Less horrific for young children on the beach.

Well, I don’t feel like I’m completely on that level, but I must be mistaken.

I usually wear eyeliner, and the days I don’t (pregnant or not), people become concerned. I get a lot of, “Oh, are you sick?” “Oh noooOOOoo! Do you not feel well?” No, I feel great. I just ate an Egg McMuffin.

This is just what my face REALLY looks like.

This month, I’ve had a few of the polite, “Oh! Your eyes…do you have allergies?” It’s January! What the heck would I be allergic to? Chris Harrison?

Poor Brian. It must be very traumatic waking up next to a faceless Mrs. Potato Head every morning.
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I’ve Joined the Mile High Club

My little guy took his first flight to attend a college roommate’s wedding. Just as big of a milestone: Brian and I survived our first flight with a mobile child. A big “cheers” with our bag of pretzels.

Babes on a plane.
Babes on a plane.

I feel, however, that I am deserving of an extra parent-badge for taking Gus into the bathroom for a diaper change.

By bathroom, I mean airplane lavatory, which is very, very different.

Did you know that taking a child into a “lavatory” is like crawling into a litter box with another small human?

And, you guessed it. There are no changing tables in litter boxes of any sort.

I had no idea. Gus and I were both appalled that I tried to lay him on my legs, which were propped up on the door at a 45 degree angle while I was sitting on the toilet lid. That meant a baby bum in my face, so I put my legs down. If Gus had just relaxed, he could have pretended he was hanging upside on the monkey bars. Instead, he insisted on doing a 15 second sit up while I changed him.

All that, and a surprisingly untainted diaper. Just gas.

I still want that mom badge for my initiation into the REAL Mile High Club—airplane potty trips with wipe dependent children.

After initiation and arriving at our destination, my prior roommate, Kendyl, had a gorgeous wedding weekend. She had an incredible dinner, a tear-jerking (for pregnant people) ceremony, and a jaw dropping reception. We had such a fun time visiting with friends we don’t see nearly enough!

Kendyl still looked beautiful in my blurry iPhone pictures.
Kendyl still looked beautiful in my blurry iPhone pictures.
With my person I would most like to become like/another roommate, Amy. Gus's face is pretty much how he felt about the cold.
With my person I would most like to become like/another roommate, Amy. Gus’s face is pretty much how he felt about the cold.
Kendyl's unreal reception
Kendyl’s unreal reception
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Gus is going to be a music lover.
Gus is going to be a music lover.
It's not a Kendyl even without DC.
It’s not a Kendyl event without DC.
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Everyone exercised self control in not taking selfies with pageant title crowns. I regret it.
Everyone exercised self control in not taking selfies with pageant title crowns. I regret it.

We had a special Sunday morning brunch with my sweet grandparents before flying out. I absolutely love spending time with them, and want Gus to have his own relationship with them.IMG_4203

Gus was the most well-behaved little flyer. I am pleased to announce that we can now start flying again…for 2 months, before baby 2 gets here.

Then, we will probably wait to fly for like, 8 years.

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